A Time to Talk

Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.

-Robert Frost (1874-1963)

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Nothing Left To Say

I've got nothing left to say.

It's like the words ran away.

 

And I'

MUJHE BHI KHABAR NAHI

कोई आहट होती है ना,

तो लगता है जैसे �

True Feelings

You make me feel so real

I lay awake at night thinking of you

I close my eyes and

A Time To Talk

When a friend calls to me from the road

And slows his horse to a meaningful walk,

desh hame pyara hai

 

यह देश हमारा है, हमारा है हमारा

This One's For You
This one's for you...
You've always been there for me
You knew when I was hurting
You helpe

Umar bhar nibhana

ये तो फूल है जिन्दगी की राहों को महका�

Sare dosto ko samarpit

अगर बिकी तेरी दोस्ती… तो पहले खरीद�

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Big, fat Santa bounded through my halls;

He made everything shake, even the walls.

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 That's not my age; it's just not true.

 My heart is young; the time just flew.